“Hello, I am collecting for the Disabled Collector’s Association.”
One of the features of the information age is that information about you is for sale so people can bombard you with ads for their products.
Charities are among the biggest sellers of people’s personal information. Give to one charity and within months, your mailbox is overstuffed with solicitations from others.
I have countless pads of paper from many of them, but I still only support the handful I choose.
My mother told me that she made a Red Cross label for a tin can that she cut a slot in the top of, and went door to door collecting (she was 4 or 5 years old, and this was back in the 1930’s). When she got home, her mother made her count it and actually give it to the Red Cross. (I’m sure she was also scolded harshly and probably spanked.). My mother was dismayed and angry that her plan had failed. She was a regular little charlatan, and wasn’t afraid to admit it. :P
Don’t see the in-person collectors much anymore. Occasionally at crowd events but fewer of those in recent months. The only ones who come to our door are the ones who are selling junk for bogus charities. There are fewer of them too.
My mother would donate to any organization that sent her a sob-story and a return envelope. I had a hard time convincing her that Minuteman PAC was NOT a good cause. Of all the cockamamy causes, my favorite was the Pig Protection Program. Pigs are more intelligent than dogs, and this outfit rescued slaughterhouse-bound pigs and kept them on a farm.
Imagine almost 3 years ago
Ambitious.
dflak almost 3 years ago
“Hello, I am collecting for the Disabled Collector’s Association.”
One of the features of the information age is that information about you is for sale so people can bombard you with ads for their products.
Charities are among the biggest sellers of people’s personal information. Give to one charity and within months, your mailbox is overstuffed with solicitations from others.
I have countless pads of paper from many of them, but I still only support the handful I choose.
M2MM almost 3 years ago
My mother told me that she made a Red Cross label for a tin can that she cut a slot in the top of, and went door to door collecting (she was 4 or 5 years old, and this was back in the 1930’s). When she got home, her mother made her count it and actually give it to the Red Cross. (I’m sure she was also scolded harshly and probably spanked.). My mother was dismayed and angry that her plan had failed. She was a regular little charlatan, and wasn’t afraid to admit it. :P
Doug Taylor Premium Member almost 3 years ago
What ever happened to collecting for UNICEF on Halloween?
Doug K almost 3 years ago
“You name it. I’ve given to it already.”
sandpiper almost 3 years ago
Don’t see the in-person collectors much anymore. Occasionally at crowd events but fewer of those in recent months. The only ones who come to our door are the ones who are selling junk for bogus charities. There are fewer of them too.
Dani Rice almost 3 years ago
My mother would donate to any organization that sent her a sob-story and a return envelope. I had a hard time convincing her that Minuteman PAC was NOT a good cause. Of all the cockamamy causes, my favorite was the Pig Protection Program. Pigs are more intelligent than dogs, and this outfit rescued slaughterhouse-bound pigs and kept them on a farm.
Calvins Brother almost 3 years ago
Beer money?
paranormal almost 3 years ago
Yeah, his funeral…
WCraft Premium Member almost 3 years ago
In Illinois we collect debt.
KEA almost 3 years ago
Is this one of those “charities” where the vast majority of donations go to the people running the charity?
Mediatech almost 3 years ago
The average joe retirement fund.
David Huie Green LosersBlameOthers&It'sYOURfault almost 3 years ago
“…someday “it” may actually, accidentally get some of what I’ve collected."